Confession

Author’s Note: I’m trying to get back into the writing mood by creating some oneshots.

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“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.” Anderson’s eyes snapped open from where they had been closed in prayer. A second later he was on his feet, his hand was in his jacket, whipping out a blessed bayonet and pointing it at the dark shadow filtering in from the corner of the Church. Thank God the children were all in bed at this time of night. He would hate to have to kill this demon in front of them.

“Ye have no place in this holy sanctuary, monster.” Alucard only chuckled and moved out of the shadows, taking on a solid form. There was no offering of explanation as to how he had gotten there—without Sir Integra’s permission, as was likely—and Anderson didn’t bother to ask. If it meant he could kill the beast then that was all he really needed to know.

“Aren’t you going to take my confession?” Anderson’s lip twitched up into an amused half smirk, half sneer. He had no duties to a creature like him aside from extermination, to which he was more than willing to fulfill. A second later and he was on top of him, his bayonets raised and ready to strike home, when instead all they encountered was a shadow.

He turned to strike but Alucard had his arm and a moment later darkness wrapped around him. He hadn’t even heard Alucard release his power as he usually did—as if operating some kind of system—but there was no doubt in his mind that it had happened. In less than a minute, despite his furious attempts, Anderson was well and truly immobilized. For the most part.

“Let go of me, devil! I’ll not have ye abominable presence in the house of God!” The vampire had not taken control of his mouth, for whatever reason, which meant he had something else in store for him aside from a bad case of body snatching. Incarnations of sin had no limits to the fiendish steps they would take to drag good, God-loving servants like himself to the depths of hell. Alucard was one of the few that thought beyond simple killing. That made him all the more dangerous.

“It’s been…well, let’s just say quite a while since my last confession.” How long would he continue with this farce? Anderson yearned to sink his blades into the man and tear him asunder. After some painful twisting to his wrists, though, that hope was lost as the bayonets clanged to the floor lifeless abandon, the darkness disabling him from gaining access to and using his other weapons as well.

Alucard was not here to kill him then, or to fight, or he would have done so already. No, there was something more sinister afoot and Anderson didn’t like the looks of it one bit. With a curse under his breath he found himself moving—as though space was shifting beneath his feet, for he certainly didn’t move them—and then he was standing before the stone statuette of Christ upon the crucifix. It made Anderson all the angrier.

“Unhand me—!” His words were cut off as he turned his head to face the beast standing behind him, meeting with a pair of cold but wanting lips that sent him into such a state of shock that it took him several moments just to overcome it. Anderson was furious. How dare he touch him in such a way! He, a Father, and profound member of the Vatican! What games was this devil playing at?

He bit down, intending to take a piece of him with him, but all that he came away with was blood. Anderson spat it out on the floor, wanting none of Alucard to contaminate him, though both knew full well that it would have no effect upon his humanity.

“Devil! Fiend!” Alucard only laughed and licked away the blood before the wound disappeared entirely. He had expected such a reaction. A moment later Anderson realized that it was no longer hands holding him but the darkness that oozed off of Alucard like a parasite, latching itself onto him and sucking him dry. No matter how hard he struggled he made no progress. The strength simply left him, eaten away, leaving him with no choice but to fall victim to whatever the vampire had in store for him.

“Is that anyway for a Priest to act?” There they were. Alucards hands, which had mysteriously disappeared, then reappeared at his chest, tugging at his coat and, he realized, unbuttoning it. Immediately he tensed, cursing the vampire for all he was worth. After all he was a Catholic, not a Christian, and could therefore say what he wished.

That made not a bit of difference to the monster though and before he knew it his coat was on the floor, along with his scriptures, and he was left in only his priest’s uniform. That offered next to no protection from the gloved hand that slipped inside it and up his muscled chest. He nearly bit his own tongue off when his nipple was tweaked. Never had he been teased and violated in such a manner.

“Alucard!” There was nothing he could do. He could scream all he wanted but the vampire wasn’t listening to him. That much was obvious when he felt an unmistakable pressure of his other hand on his crotch. He swallowed hard. Just what was the beast planning on doing to him?

“Yes, call out my name before God.” The church setting was fitting. They were before a table with a large version of the bible placed upon it, menorah on either side, unlit. Alucard shoved him forward and then swept everything off, causing another string of curses to fall from Anderson’s lips. A moment later and he was bent over it. Not once did Anderson stop struggling.

“Have ye no decency, monster?” He was answered with ‘Not at all,’ causing him to grit his teeth. Not only was he being violated but it was taking place in a church, [i]his[/i] church. A gasp of shock escaped him as his pants and underwear were bypassed and his penis taken a hold of. These sins taking place would take years to erase.

“Don’t you want to hear my sins? I have lusted after a man….a man that could be considered my enemy.” If there was any doubt before there wasn’t now. Alucard intended on taking advantage of Anderson in the worst way possible. There was no fear, only anger. Anger that he would dare to tarnish his name and body in such a manner.

Angry that his body responded to the touches he so desperately wanted to escape from.

“Ye’ll not drag me down to your level, demon! Cease this sinnery!” It was obvious that he could and was going to. Against his will Anderson grew hard. The gloved hand on his sensitive prick was a sensation he rarely felt. He was celibate. His body demanded masturbation at times but he had not gone beyond that point and had never before felt the touch of another.

Due to that he was overly sensitive. His body, despite it being Alucard who was touching him, responded eagerly and positively begged for more, something which Alucard didn’t miss. His lips turned upward into a grin that nearly split his features. Right now Anderson hated him more than ever.

“Monster!”

“Indeed.” His hand sped up. “A monster that won’t listen to ‘no.’” The other disappeared from his chest before skin met skin and a naked hand slid over his bottom. Anderson started and swore. With a snarl he demanded that Alucard let him go but his words were ignored. Instead his pants were shoved to the floor and a slick substance was slavered over his tight pucker.

There was no telling where the vampire had gotten it or what exactly it was (Anderson suspected he had brought it with him) but it sent a clear and bolded message; You are fucked.

“Get yer filthy hands off me!” A finger worked its way in and Anderson bit down on his lip, hard. He tasted blood but that didn’t distract from the violation of his body and mind. It was disgusting. Alucard’s abominable hands, his darkness, was all over and around him. And that finger….that damn finger was wiggling and stretching him in a way he shouldn’t be stretched.

Then, suddenly, Alucard touched something inside him that made him gasp and inadvertently groan. He swallowed hard, his erection weeping. His body wanted more and in another second it was given just that as another finger slipped inside, using the distraction of that sharp burst of pleasure to its advantage.

If Anderson wasn’t acutely aware that this was real he would have sworn it off as some sort of horrible nightmare and vowed to never think of it again. He wished that that were the case. He [i]wished[/i] that he wasn’t bent over an alter in the middle of his own bloody church, being finger fucked up the ass by one of his worst enemies.

He could only pray that none of the children saw him like this.

“Let me go!” There was no answer, only the hard thrusting of those impossibly long fingers and sharp bursts of pleasure that was driving him crazy. His mind wanted to pull away but his body wanted nothing more than to thrust back. Just when he thought he was going to go insane it stopped and Alucard’s missing fingers left him feeling empty.

“Now, Father, sin with me.” With a chuckle his hands were removed and a blunt bit of flesh was pressed against his entrance. Another stream of curses but there was nothing that could be done. No matter how much he struggled no leeway was given. Anderson could only try to keep his noises contained as that slickened, throbbing cock pushed its way inside him.

The pain was nothing compared to what he could take but still it set his face in a grimace. His teeth ground together as he was stretched by something much larger than two fingers. To his dismay it only made him harder. Apparently his body liked it rough. It was a full minute before Alucard stopped, fully inside and seemingly deaf to all protests. “You’re squeezing me so tight. You can’t deny that you’re enjoying this.”

That hand, now ungloved, returned to his erection and he jerked involuntarily. With a shudder he realized that with it the darkness followed, taking a solid shape and wrapping around him most intimately. There was no other explanation for the thread like tendrils that was engulfing his balls and the base of his penis.

Anderson didn’t realize it now but Alucard was making a make-shift cock ring that would keep him from cumming until he let him go. The vampire had plans for him. Meanwhile he was busy moaning and enjoying the wonderful sensation of being buried balls deep in virgin ass. Long had he thought of doing this but it was even better than he anticipated.

Ever since he had met the cutthroat priest he had pictured him naked and coated in sin. There was just something so appealing about dirtying the clergy that Alucard just couldn’t pass up. It had taken a while for him to find an opening to escape from under his master’s watchful eye. Sir Integra thought him to be watching over Police Girl on her mission. He had been careful to agree to no such thing.

With a wicked grin he withdrew to the tip before thrusting back in. Anderson grunted but Alucard had long ago tuned out his demands and complaints. He did not go easy on the regenerator. The man could take a near death experience without batting an eye so this should be nothing. Despite the man’s attempt to keep quiet, small moans escaped him, loud enough for Alucard to capture with his sensitive ears.

If only Anderson wasn’t thinking he would have enjoyed it more.

Anderson did not agree with the sentiment.

Alucard could literally feel the tension building in Anderson’s body. The altar’s legs scrapped against the cement floor and hit the wall upon which the statue of Jesus resided. Wet slapping echoed off the walls and in his distraction Anderson had all but given up on screaming at him. To Alucard that made it all the better. He wouldn’t last long since this was his first time but that was just fine. Alucard was looking for a quick release to begin with.

“If you want to cum then say my name.” Tendrils of darkness writhed and squirmed around his dripping erection. Anderson ground his teeth in determination. He would not give into this devil. It was bad enough that he had been forced to commit this sin—there would be hours of begging for forgiveness in his future—but he would not stoop as low as to call out his name in the place of God’s.

“Neva’ ye monster!” And then there was that throbbing rod inside him, touching places that no good Catholic man should ever know about. Alucard was dripping sin directly into him. A dark chuckle was the response to his defiance. No leeway, no emotions, just what he expected from the likes of him. A bloody vampire created from the darkest corners of hell.

“Say it.” There was no demand in his voice; it was more of a statement, as if it was inevitable that he would give in. A grunt escaped him at a particularly hard thrust. His body’s betrayal was painfully obvious and demanded the release he wasn’t going to get. Alucard’s tendrils, wrapped around the base, made sure of that.

There was only one way for this to end and that way just wasn’t acceptable.

Struggle ensued, but there was nowhere to go; no leeway to take advantage of. Alucard’s darkness was massive and all around him like a living, breathing creature and perhaps it was. It was a part of the vampire who was likely the strongest of his kind; a truly loathsome monster Anderson vowed to one day kill.

“Neva’.” Even as he said this he was losing his resolve. The pleasure was messing with his mind and his body demanded release just as much as he demanded to be let go. Alucard shifted his position and struck that spot inside him, sending him towards the heavens, for he was seeing stars, and if not for that darkness he would be cumming.

This went on for minutes, or hours, he wasn’t sure anymore. All he knew was that that spot was destroying his mind and taking it over. He clenched his teeth to keep from speaking but grunts and groans escaped him. Alucard showed no signs of stopping or giving in as loose bits of gravel fell from the statue and onto the floor. The hand on his erection made it even worse. Soon all thoughts of God, or even who they were, disappeared and all he could focus on was his impending release.

“…Alucard.” He muttered quietly, not wanting to speak such blasphemy and hating himself for giving in.

“What was that, Father? I couldn’t quite hear you.” Alucard urged with amusement evident in his tone. Anderson wasn’t afraid to shout demands and curses so screaming his name shouldn’t be a problem. That and paired with the sight of his cock disappearing into that ass would create an unforgettable memory.

Anderson gritted his teeth again but there was nothing that could be done. “Alucard!” His voice echoed off the walls and in his ears, all soon forgotten as the tendrils disappeared and with a few quick jerks of his dick he was cumming all over the vampire’s hand.

Alucard couldn’t keep from grinning or from groaning at the sight and sound of Anderson coming undone at the seams. He was well and truly engulfed in sin and Alucard wouldn’t have him any other way. There were a few more hard thrusts before he stilled and spilled his seed inside him. No matter what happened between them there would always be this memory and the knowledge that Anderson’s virginity belonged to him.

Anderson was panting heavily, Alucard not at all, and there was a silence left over that could be referred to as oppressive. As soon as he had his wits about him the Priest was cursing again, damning Alucard quite fervently to hell and vowing that he would kill him. Alucard paid attention to none of that and sighed in satisfaction.

With a sick squilsh he withdrew, leaving the man dripping and covered in sweat and cum. Again he was cut off with harsh lips, which only angered him further, but did in fact shut him up for a minute. That was all Alucard needed. “Thank you for taking my confession.”

With another chuckle both he and the darkness disappeared.

Anderson was furious.

“ALUCARD!!!”